Category Archives: When we were very young

A Window to the Past

Please come to Boston for the Springtime I’m stayin’ here with some friends and they’ve got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a café where I hope to be workin’ soon Please come to … Continue reading

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A funny thing happened on the way to the communion rail. . .

I officially received my First Holy Communion (Catholic capitals) on April 17, 1971. I unofficially received it a few months earlier. And my mother damn near killed my dad over it. First, my mom was a cradle Catholic and a … Continue reading

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Send my regrets

This one is purely personal. So this morning, home because of the weather, I watched last night’s This is Us. And I found out my second cousin who I went to high school with had died. I hadn’t seen him … Continue reading

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A Christmas Story, or a Gift Only I Could Love (1972)

So huddle around the Trump Dumpster Fire and I’ll tell you a personal true story of a Christmas 45 years ago. Yes, I am old. On Christmas Eve we were in the car headed for my paternal grandparent’s house next … Continue reading

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Requiem for my Borderline Brothers and Sisters

Since my diagnosis, I’ve tried to figure out two things based on reading and personal experience. The first is the origin of my Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). For most people, the origins are in traumatic incidents, most often in childhood. This … Continue reading

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Echoes through the years

Big honking ass trigger warning: child abuse. “All these cold and rude Things that you do I suppose you do Because he belongs to you And instead of love And the feel of warmth You’ve given him these cuts And … Continue reading

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Merry Christmas before the deluge

I know, I know, I should write something. After all, it’s three days before Christmas so something profound should be written. Perhaps something Dickensian to keep with the spirit of the times as certain people contemplate the return of the … Continue reading

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